“I’m not in love with her.” I shoot him a glare.
Lie, lie, lie.
“Could’ve fooled me.” He shrugs, patting my shoulder like I’m a dog.
I shove his hand off. “You’re so annoying.”
“And you’re in denial,” he smirks. “Wouldn’t you agree, Lilly?”
My head shoots beside me to see her a couple steps from us, and I pray she hasn’t heard the whole conversation.
“In denial about what?” She looks at him confused.
“Nothing,” I shake my head shooting him a glare before looking at her. “You ready to go?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods, grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers together.
Theo smirks at both of us. “Like I said, in denial.”
“Fuck off, Jenkins.” I roll my eyes, pulling Lilly along with me.
Pushing the door open, the cold air greets us the second we walk out, and I grip her tightly, pulling hercloser to me to keep her warm.
“Oh shit, I also need to tell you something.” She suddenly stops in the middle of the parking lot.
“What?” I ask, glancing at her.
“I bumped into Kyle this morning and he tried to kiss me.” She looks into my eyes, no doubt trying to gauge my reaction.
My fists clench, he did what?
I swear, he’s looking to get sent into a fucking coma.
“Did he kiss you?” I growl out, my molars clenching together.
“No,” she shakes her head. “But I did slap him.”
Atta girl!
“Holy fuck,” I whistle lowly, my eyes gleaming with pride. “I wish I was there to see it.”
She giggles, holding her palm up. “Fucking hurt like a bitch though.”
I grin, grabbing her hand and kissing it. “But it was worth it, right?”
“Oh, one hundred percent.” She grins.
Pulling her forward with the hand I’m holding, I grip the nape of her neck and kiss her like my life depends on it.
Chapter 47
Greyson
We arrived at the masquerade ball we’re hosting for a charity that supports underprivileged kids to get the hockey gear they need almost two hours ago, and I’ve stood in the corner watching Lilly for almost half of that time.
The way she sways across the dance floor so gracefully, and the way she tilts her head back, belly laughing at something one of the girls said—it makes my heart swell.
The cool evening air from the open window beside me was doing nothing to calm my racing heart, and I could feel my hands becoming clammy. The anticipation of what the night would unfold was almost unbearable, and every passing second felt like an eternity.
